Faolan shakes his head in slight disbelief, looking down at his hands and starting up his work again to bide himself some time, as well as in effort not to just explode at the other man entirely. He understands that Lancelot is telling him the truth. But he has a sinking suspicion that it isn't the whole truth. And that's what eats at him more than anything.

It takes him a long moment, to parse through what he wants to say, though when he manages it, it is through gritted teeth. "What did you mean back there, to Jean-Claude. About him being in your head." He knows what it should mean, of course. But he wants to hear it from Lancelot himself.